Chapter 80 The Demon Moth Also Transforms Lou Yan's hair was messy and prickly. ...
Huh?
What happened?
So they weren't guarding against me after all...
Lou Yankong opened his mouth and took a bite of the snow foam. He turned his head and saw that the Yi Emperor was tightly gripping the ghost seal in his hand.
"Hey~" He seemed startled, abruptly letting go and throwing the little thing away, saying with disgust, "What kind of weird monsters dare to crash into it?"
Heng Qichun casually drew a dust-removing talisman and brushed away the moth dust that had settled on the back of Yi Di's hand. "Perhaps you have some ghostly aura on you, which is why they are drawn to you like moths to a flame."
As he withdrew his hand, he caught a glimpse of the silvery-gray residue on his fingertips and frowned slightly. "What's that smell..."
As they were talking, Lou Yan had already squatted down to examine the dead moth.
The wolf cubs had a keen sense of smell and had already noticed that the moth's scent was unusual.
It smelled very similar to the smell in the tomb of the Yi Emperor—fishy, greasy, and so strong that even a wolf would want to vomit after just one sniff.
Lou Yan reached out and touched the dead moth. Before she could even bring her finger to her nose, she sensed something was wrong. She immediately put aside her past grievances and turned to yell at Heng Qichun.
"Master!!"
Heng Qichun slightly raised the corner of his eye, signaling him to quickly tell her what he had discovered.
Lou Yan squatted in the snow, the warm sunlight obscuring a small part of his eyebrows and eyes. His braids, scattered on his shoulders, were curly and messy, showing signs of a wolf cub about to pounce.
He raised his hand, looking at the powder on his fingertip in the warm glow of the talisman. He hesitated for a moment, then a look of fear crossed his face.
"It's a demon on the verge of turning into a monster!"
Emperor Yi raised an eyebrow with great interest.
Heng Qichun remained silent, gesturing for Lou Yan to stand up first. Then, under the impatient gaze of the little wolf, he drew the same dust-removing talisman for him.
A wisp of black smoke slowly drifted towards the horizon.
He could almost immediately recognize that the black mist floating on Lou Yan's fingertips, drifting in all directions, contained not only the aura of a demon but also a rich demonic energy.
But there are no more demons within the Nine Provinces.
Hundreds of years ago, the righteous path of the immortal realm fought to the death and finally captured the Demon Lord of the Nine Netherworld Realm. Elder Hengyang of Hezizhou personally escorted him to the God Realm, where he was subjected to eighty-one Soul-Scattering Whips on the altar—a punishment that condemned him to eternal damnation.
Since then, the demonic path has completely fallen, leaving only the five realms of gods, immortals, humans, demons, and the underworld in the four seas and eight wastelands. Although the demon realm is restless, the Nine Netherworld has no demon lord, and has been relatively peaceful for hundreds of years.
now……
The Qin Mirror shattered, and ghostly energy emerged. A demon, driven by excessive greed, attempted to draw the ghost into his body to transform into a demon and then rule the Nine Netherworlds.
The powder on his fingertips had disappeared, but Lou Yan couldn't help but curl his fingers slightly when he withdrew his hand.
The spot where the demonic moth touched felt like it had been pricked by needles, and even after Heng Qichun used a cleansing spell, there was no improvement.
What an amazing moth!
It turns out that Emperor Yi's statement, "The entire land of China will be in peril," was not meant to frighten him.
Lou Yan broke out in a fine sweat, and finally, belatedly, he remembered some things he had overlooked.
He gritted his teeth, looked up at Heng Qichun and said, "The Guhuo bird is carrying the fetus of a hundred beasts. Once the plan succeeds, it will be able to rule the Nine Netherworld. At first, the demons will definitely place their hopes of conquering the Immortal Realm on it."
"Now that the Guhuoniao is dead, there's no guarantee that those troublesome demons won't come looking for her by following the scent of the demon fetus..."
The one who answered him was still the Yi Emperor.
Those long, narrow, brooding eyes narrowed slightly, their gaze towards Lou Yan carrying a hidden meaning, as they said with a hint of mockery, "You know quite a lot, don't you~"
Lou Yan felt a chill, increasingly sensing the hidden meaning in his words. Just as she was about to yell at him and ask what he was up to, she heard Heng Qichun say calmly from the side, "They've already arrived."
As soon as the words were spoken, a long, booming sound suddenly came to my ears, like the flapping of a hundred insects' wings, the rustling sound piercing through the wind and snow and reaching my eardrums.
Lou Yan was startled, feeling a tingling sensation in her ear bones. She looked in the direction of the sound and her pupils suddenly contracted.
Tens of thousands of moths were swarming toward them.
The silver-gray moths swarmed into a huge ball in the air, surrounded by a ghostly aura like a dark swamp. With the booming sound of their wings, the aura grew stronger and stronger. If they waited any longer, they would devour all the snow in the world and then wreak havoc on humanity like the already dead Guhuo bird.
"Zheng—"
The stringless zither was summoned to Hengqichun's hands.
Lou Yan reacted incredibly quickly. Upon seeing this, he immediately took two steps back, grabbed a piece of Heng Qichun's clothing, and hid behind him, successfully eliminating any possibility that the Yi Emperor had also hidden himself.
Admittedly, Emperor Yi had no intention of competing with him for the "feng shui treasure land" behind Heng Qichun.
Lou Yan obediently held onto the hem of Heng Qichun's clothes and did not let go. In order to show that he did not take the tens of thousands of moths that were rushing towards him seriously, he even eagerly peeked his head out from behind Heng Qichun's shoulder.
Eighteen or nineteen-year-old boys grow the fastest, and after some time, he was already two inches taller than Heng Qichun.
Heng Qichun didn't mind the wolf cub pressing its furry head against his neck, but Lou Yan's hair was messy and prickly, so he couldn't help but want to finish quickly. He put two fingers together and gently plucked the strings, gathering his spiritual power in one place, and then plucked the strings repeatedly.
The ancient divine weapon rose into the air, passing over the inconspicuous Warm Sun Talisman, and emitted a sharp sound in the air.
The monstrous moth is already close at hand.
Heng Qichun clasped his hands together, and a stream of water-colored spiritual energy condensed at his fingertips, stirring up the surrounding snowflakes and winds that rolled like a tide.
The wind and snow swirled between his sleeves, revealing his slender, handsome figure beneath the hem of his robes. Looking up, all that remained were his exceptionally clear and bright eyes.
The cold wind was biting, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red.
Lou Yan swallowed hard, feeling utterly pathetic, and wondered why he suddenly remembered that scene from the bed.
Tens of thousands of moths crowded together in the air, forced to their wits' end by the sound of the stringless zither. Finally, they brushed against Lou Yan's cheek, causing the wolf cub to let out a deafening howl.
Heng Qichun seized the opportunity, manipulated the stringless zither to change direction, and turned his head to softly call out: "Zhifeng!"
The Yi Emperor, whose name was called, showed no sense of crisis. He slowly said "Oh," and then reluctantly raised his hand to form a hand seal.
Ghostly energy intertwined between his ten fingers, then wove into a fine ghostly net—the same ghostly seal he had just formed, only larger.
Lou Yan held his breath the whole time, standing obediently behind Heng Qichun, afraid that if he got too close to the ghost seal, he would draw in the ghost energy and arouse the suspicion of the Yi Emperor.
After calming down and thinking about it, he realized that the Yi Emperor was quite terrifying.
Aside from secretly extinguishing a few small moths that flew near him by extinguishing them with two tiny flames, Lou Yan did nothing else.
All I heard was a loud "boom".
Countless moths, forced by the stringless zither, suddenly reversed their direction and crashed into the strange net woven in the hands of the Yi Emperor like headless flies.
This time, Emperor Yi did not tighten the ghost seal. Instead, he twisted his fingers together and expanded the ghost seal further, swallowing all the demon moths within it in an instant.
"Pfft—"
Only a charred feather remained, faintly reminiscent of the River of Ghosts' Cry in the underworld.
Lou Yan's forehead suddenly jumped.
Is that all?
Sent to the underworld?!
Emperor Yi quickly answered Lou Yan's question.
"Alright~" He put away the ghost seal in his hand and said lightly, "He's long gone."
Lou Yan felt a chill run down her spine, but along with it came surprise at Heng Qichun.
Just like what Heng Qichun thought when he killed the Guhuoniao on Mount Nüqi not long ago—Heng Qichun was not someone who would kill recklessly, so why did he take the lives of these demons again and again?
With the crisis resolved, Lou Yan naturally moved out from behind Heng Qichun. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the Yi Emperor beside her and immediately turned her head to look at him with a "whoosh".
The Yi Emperor was still casually rolling up his sleeves!
Lou Yan suddenly had a bold yet reasonable guess.
Could it be that Heng Qichun's unusual killing of several demons today was to help Emperor Yi increase his achievements in the underworld?
After all, he called him "Zhifeng", and the two seemed to know each other quite well!
Aww!!!
Lou Yan roared inwardly, just about to bite someone, when he saw Heng Qichun straighten his sleeves and bend down to examine the broken wings and feathers left behind by the demonic moths.
Powder from the moths' wings flew everywhere, mingling with the surrounding snowflakes, creating an eerie atmosphere. Each one was on the verge of becoming possessed by a demon.
Heng Qichun cast a spirit-detecting spell.
A wisp of light-colored spiritual energy circled around the broken wings before suddenly stopping at a certain spot.
Heng Qichun said out of the blue, "These demonic moths are probably not coming for us, but are being hunted down."
Lou Yan's attention was immediately drawn to Heng Qichun's words.
"Being hunted?" He jumped over in surprise. "Being hunted by whom?"
Heng Qichun did not answer, but lowered his eyes to look at the broken wing of the moth, his gaze flickering slightly.
Lou Yan followed his master's gaze and, sure enough, detected a visible purple spiritual energy under the Spirit Detection Technique.
It is the Eighteenth Realm.
That's a tracking technique commonly used by Nanyu Mountain!
Emperor Yi also caught sight of this scene. His hand, which was rolling up his sleeves, paused for a moment, and his previously nonchalant face immediately changed expression.
At the same time, a purple light suddenly flashed across the distant horizon.
Immediately afterwards, you can see humanoid figures flying on swords shuttling between the clouds.
Judging from the color of the disciples' uniforms, it was undoubtedly the Eighteenth Realm.
"Senior Brother!" Emperor Yi called out urgently, his already pale face turning even whiter, his chest heaving as he said to Heng Qichun, "I have to go back."
Heng Qichun looked at him hesitantly, but finally relented before arriving at Nanyu Mountain by sword.
"Take care," he said.
Emperor Yi didn't even have time to say goodbye to Heng Qichun. After receiving approval, he immediately raised his hand to form a seal and leaped into the ghost seal.
The ghost seal vanished instantly, taking most of the ghostly energy with it.
It was quiet here; apart from the wind and snow relentlessly washing away the warm sun, there was no other unusual sound.
It was so quiet that it seemed as if the Yi Emperor had never appeared.
Lou Yan's mind was filled with the word "Senior Brother" that the Yi Emperor had called out in his panic.
He clenched one hand into a fist, his sharp nails twisting in his palm. Just as he was about to ask about the relationship between Heng Qichun and the Yi Emperor, the voices behind him suddenly grew louder.
"Buzz—"
It was the sound of Nanyushan and his disciples landing on their swords.
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Author's Note: My brother got married, and I've been incredibly busy lately. Please forgive any delays in updates! [Dog head with rose in hand][Dog head with rose in hand][Dog head with rose in hand]
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